"Oh? Mission?"
Jiang Shi raised an eyebrow, suddenly looking towards Kong Daorong, then quickly sweeping his gaze across the other members of the noble families in the tent, and asked:
"General, why was I chosen for this mission? I've just successfully completed a Blood Exchange, there are plenty of experts in the camp. This mission surely doesn't fall to me, does it? General, please understand, it's not that I fear death; I am just worried that if I screw up the mission, it would be a great offense."
"Jiang Right Envoy, I know you have always been a hard mouth, and quite slippery; now it seems it is indeed so."
Kong Daorong's expression suddenly turned cold, his eyes emanating a frosty gaze, he said:
"How a mission is arranged is for me to decide. As a dignified general, my assignments naturally consider everyone's circumstances. Now you question me and your colleagues; do you know what offense this is?"
